He hugged me, my old friend, cradling me in his arms even as Haralthazar-Miriam's Harry-embraced me with demon magic.

"Your father will be so happy to know you're all right," Harry said as he stroked my fur and smiled so wide his face threatened to crack. "We've all worried after you."

"I'm sure," I said, more sullen than I intended. "But it's very good to see you, too."

Harry frowned a little at Miriam. "How did the two of you come to know each ...